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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Photographs And Memories

Well, on with another vacation story, in no particular order...

Saturday was the day we drove to Caleeforneeah. We left L.V. and headed to San Diego around 9:30 in the marnin'. Uneventful, except for of course, the piece of shit map we used. Yes, yes. I'll bitch about it one more time, then you'll not hear any more about it.
We arrived in San Diego around 2:00, roughly mid-town and according to the directions I had, we were supposed to take the Front Street exit. So we're going south on I-5 (yes, same I-5) looking for Front Street, when it begins to look like we're running out of city. We were almost to the border, and there was no Front Street. Turn around, call the motel, ask for directions.

I'll not bore you with details on the cooler ending up dumping a couple gallons of water on the floor, the single bed which wasn't what I had ordered for three people, or the bloody fight, cop cars and ambulance we had to avoid whilst trying to get to the Gaslight District (or Gaslamp Quarter if that's what you prefer) for the evening. Suffice it to say, good gawd people.

Now if you've never been to the Gaslight District, if you're ever in San Diego, you should make it a point to go there. It's basically a half dozen city blocks of nothing but shops, bars and restaurants, with plenty of people wandering around. Not just a tourist trap but a place where the locals also go.

But I will mention Croce's. I've been wanting to give it a try ever since I had heard about it.
Of course, it is of the Jim Croce fame. His wife and son started the place.
I highly recommend the food. I had rack of lamb. Now tell me, doesn't this just look like The Shit here?:

Trust me. It was most yummy. But it wasn't cheap.

Anyway, we spend some time in the Gaslight District looking around and head back to the room.

The next morning, we're headed for breakfast. We're going to another recommended restaurant, driving around for 20 minutes or so looking for a parking spot. We finally find one and pull in. I ask "Does anyone have change for the meter?" You may guess by now that the answer was no. So we had find an overpriced lot.

But we had breakfast and headed to the zoo for the day. That place is awesome.
Everyone should go to the San Diego zoo at least once in their life. Every animal you could possible imagine is in there, from polar bears to yaks.

Very cool, but we were so damned tired at the end of the day, all I wanted to do was park my ass on the sofa and veg.
I did mention on the way from the car to the elevator though, "I could really use a foot massage and a blow job." Mrs Curmudgeon and our friend were cracking up so hard they were both leaning over the handrail in tears, gasping for breath.

They thought I was joking.



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3 comments:

Jean said...

Should've asked for the blow job in the morning and offered her the foot massage at the end of the day :-)

Anonymous said...

Balboa park there used to have a really great air museum. It had an original Japanese Zero, and a lot of displays from the the Flying Tigers, like flight jackets, helmets, goggles, etc. But some mentally ill person burned it down years ago.

curmudgeon said...

Jean,
I always get things bass-ackwards.

Hermit,
I didn't know anything about Balboa park until we drove past it. We thought it would be a good idea to go there the next trip. It looked to still have some neat-o shit in there.